Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belgium and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Anthony Braxton to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by cv313. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
the Swans,
The Associates,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boz Scaggs,
Interpol,
Rekid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cymande,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tim Buckley,
Rites of Spring,
Adolescents,
JFA,
Swell Maps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kayak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Toni Rubio,
Young Marble Giants,
June Days,
Scott Walker,
The Modern Lovers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spandau Ballet,
Los Fastidios,
Monks,
DJ Style,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rapeman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Radio Birdman,
Curtis Mayfield,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quadrant,
The Gun Club,
Don Cherry,
The Slackers,
Oneida,
Agitation Free,
Ultra Naté,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Khruangbin,
Archie Shepp,
Icehouse,
Oblivians,
Thee Headcoats,
Quando Quango,
Erasure,
Ponytail,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Wells,
Leonard Cohen,
Morten Harket,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.